In the summer of 1993, it seemed as if my world was crumpling like a deck of cards. My relationship with a woman I almost married had run its course. Concurrently, a promising professional musical partnership ended in betrayal. After graduating with a master’s degree and a teaching credential, I couldn’t find a job amidst the terrible recession. On top of that, without a job, nobody would rent me an apartment. Life was bleak.
My optimism was just about depleted, but I protected that small, sputtering glimmer of hope with my life. I willed myself to remain positive and open.
I soon saw an ad for an apartment in a neighborhood that I didn’t really want to live in and at a price that was far too high for my jobless situation. I noticed, though, that it had been placed by a woman whose interests were “Consciousness Studies.”
I moved in — and married her four years later.
I was experiencing a nasty cold while I was reading about Saint Francis. Inspired and playful, I prayed to Saint Francis, “Father Francis, please share with me — why do we need to suffer? Why do I need to be suffering such a bad cold?”
I immediately received a completely unsolicited chain email from my wife Sioux — all about why God allows suffering!
What are Some Miracles that You May Have Overlooked or Taken For Granted in Your Life?
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